[Evelyn understands the general perplexity, the desire to depart from the premises as swiftly as Apollo's chariot might take a person, but the sad fact of the matter is that they're all stuck here one way or another. She drags her hand over the sideboard and nods politely at the reciprocated introduction, tapping mahogany with a fingertip.]

You're in Wonderland- yes, the- ah, literary one. I presume you've seen the pamphlet, though I'm afraid I can't vouch for its helpfulness.

[It was written by Dean Winchester, after all.]